It’s the last day of our trip and time to pack up the bell tent. The sun is shining so we take our time, chat to other campers and the campsite owner then chuck the last few bits in the car and drive to the outskirts of Burnham-on-sea – todays walk destination.

We’ve timed and positioned it well as the bus stop is just behind the car park and we have just a few minutes to wait to board the bus.  We alight at the Admiral’s Table, cross back over the busy A38 and follow the coast path signs into the light industrial units.  One of them has boxes and baskets of tiny, little wheels, I guess they have be made and distributed from somewhere.

We are soon back on the river estuary following the grassy path on a very, very long hillock parallel to the river. Counting the pill boxes as we go.

I guess it doesn’t look much different from this side of the estuary but we do see a few more birds on the water and doing that miraculous flight just inches above the water surface. But no boats pass us for the whole two days. As we meander around the estuary under the blue sky, with illuminated puffy white clouds, around is extremely lush grass and occasional hedgerows.

Pass under another enormous pylon then some fluffy mumma sheep and their sprightly little lambs. One noisy lamb comes right up to Nigel, mistaking him for his mum, bleating so loudly it makes us chuckle.  Parallel to the river is a tiny stream with a swan nestled on a nest, under the shelter of a flowering hawthorn.

We cross Cobbs Lease Clyse, opposite the Steart Marshes – the river is so wide at this point, we are definitely nearing the sea once again. Next is Huntspill Sluice – quite a major construction over the very straight Huntspill River – looking decidedly man-made?

The flat lush countryside continues, I’m not sure we’ve ever walked such an easy coast walk.  As we turn the corner into the River Brue estuary we can now see boats bobbing in the water within and on the otherside of the estuary and looking back can still make out the cranes of Hinckley. It’s a miles trek inland again up to the New Clyce Bridge on the outskirts of Burnham-on-sea.

It’s time to find our car and drive down to the beach for an ice-cream and to say goodbye to Somerset for a few months.  It’s surprisingly warm and I’m wearing shorts and t-shirt and sunglasses.

Footnote – when we get back to East Sussex everyone’s wearing jeans, boots and woolly jumpers!